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Joy

Beware the moment when the mind
Becomes aware that all is well
No fecks, no fears, no fault to findJust jolly tales of joy to tellAll happiness and all good thingsAre here within the now and here!The fool from on the rooftop singsAs all the angels disappearAnd demons gather on the hillAttracted by his careless cryTo watch him fall, as fall he willAs all things fall that fly too highAnd shine too bright, and fly too fastEnjoy the moment. See, it’s passed…

This sonnet was written for my friend Sarah, who left the Plymouth Brethren. In accordance with the Brethren’s belief in the Doctrine of Separation, those who have left are no longer allowed contact with their friends or families. In recent years former members have developed the custom of writing their loved ones’ names on yellow ribbons as a symbol of love and remembrance.